Friday, July 8, 2011

unopened parcels

william hatherell the quiet spot


the yearning for days that are long and filled with quiet sun
transmutes into the comfort of complacency . . .

in the fevered transition from anticipation to actual,
summer's dance follows a disjointed rhythm that is accompanied by harmonies that seem distanced
and arrive in colourful parcels that beg to be opened and yet,
with the scissors of perception carefully stored somewhere out of reach,
they remain as they arrive and slowly pile up in the corners of my mind.

11 comments:

Kathleen said...

What fascinating corners, Steven! And so find of you to give us a peek. Warmest wishes~

Elisabeth said...

Wonderful writing, Steven. Scizzors of perception...out of reach' is such a terrific metaphor.

aguja said...

I) agree with Elisabeth. There is intrigue, suspense, the lot!
Great!

steven said...

kathleen - i just started to unpack some of the parcels actually! just like christmas, once i get started i start ripping and tearing and oohing and ahhing. steven

steven said...

elisabeth - thankyou. the scissors help get below the attractive outer layers to the real gift deep inside. steven

steven said...

aguja - there might just be! steven

Reya Mellicker said...

I like the outer layers as much as the inner layers, as you know. Every layer is a gift.

And meanwhile as I think about layers, about which layer is the true gift, summer passes by - right before my eyes!!

Love to you, Steven. Happy summer.

steven said...

reya - true that! steven

Dan Gurney said...

Oh, you poor guy, like me, a teacher adjusting to a long summer vacation! Enjoy, my friend, you'll find the scissors sure enough!

Meri said...

The word languid comes to mind.

Tess Kincaid said...

Brown paper packages tied up with string.